#(INCREASE DIOS)

[reasonsforhope]

It’s an open secret in fashion. Unsold inventory goes to the incinerator; excess handbags are slashed so they can’t be resold; perfectly usable products are sent to the landfill to avoid discounts and flash sales. The European Union wants to put an end to these unsustainable practices. On Monday, [December 4, 2023], it banned the destruction of unsold textiles and footwear.

“It is time to end the model of ‘take, make, dispose’ that is so harmful to our planet, our health and our economy,” MEP Alessandra Moretti said in a statement. “Banning the destruction of unsold textiles and footwear will contribute to a shift in the way fast fashion manufacturers produce their goods.”

This comes as part of a broader push to tighten sustainable fashion legislation, with new policies around ecodesign, greenwashing and textile waste phasing in over the next few years. The ban on destroying unsold goods will be among the longer lead times: large businesses have two years to comply, and SMEs have been granted up to six years. It’s not yet clear on whether the ban applies to companies headquartered in the EU, or any that operate there, as well as how this ban might impact regions outside of Europe.

For many, this is a welcome decision that indirectly tackles the controversial topics of overproduction and degrowth. Policymakers may not be directly telling brands to produce less, or placing limits on how many units they can make each year, but they are penalising those overproducing, which is a step in the right direction, says Eco-Age sustainability consultant Philippa Grogan. “This has been a dirty secret of the fashion industry for so long. The ban won’t end overproduction on its own, but hopefully it will compel brands to be better organised, more responsible and less greedy.”

Clarifications to come

There are some kinks to iron out, says Scott Lipinski, CEO of Fashion Council Germany and the European Fashion Alliance (EFA). The EFA is calling on the EU to clarify what it means by both “unsold goods” and “destruction”. Unsold goods, to the EFA, mean they are fit for consumption or sale (excluding counterfeits, samples or prototypes)...

The question of what happens to these unsold goods if they are not destroyed is yet to be answered. “Will they be shipped around the world? Will they be reused as deadstock or shredded and downcycled? Will outlet stores have an abundance of stock to sell?” asks Grogan.

Large companies will also have to disclose how many unsold consumer products they discard each year and why, a rule the EU is hoping will curb overproduction and destruction...

Could this shift supply chains?

For Dio Kurazawa, founder of sustainable fashion consultancy The Bear Scouts, this is an opportunity for brands to increase supply chain agility and wean themselves off the wholesale model so many rely on. “This is the time to get behind innovations like pre-order and on-demand manufacturing,” he says. “It’s a chance for brands to play with AI to understand the future of forecasting. Technology can help brands be more intentional with what they make, so they have less unsold goods in the first place.”

Grogan is equally optimistic about what this could mean for sustainable fashion in general. “It’s great to see that this is more ambitious than the EU’s original proposal and that it specifically calls out textiles. It demonstrates a willingness from policymakers to create a more robust system,” she says. “Banning the destruction of unsold goods might make brands rethink their production models and possibly better forecast their collections.”

One of the outstanding questions is over enforcement. Time and again, brands have used the lack of supply chain transparency in fashion as an excuse for bad behaviour. Part of the challenge with the EU’s new ban will be proving that brands are destroying unsold goods, not to mention how they’re doing it and to what extent, says Kurazawa. “Someone obviously knows what is happening and where, but will the EU?”"

-via British Vogue, December 7, 2023

[urhoneycombwitch]

common tongue of you lovin' me

Eddie Munson x Reader loverboy smut of the touchstarved variety.

foreword: based on THIS anon everyone say THANKS anon. R and Eddie are in their early 20’s, R is on a gap year from college (so me), they’re in a new relationship with each other, I’m writing this while blasted on edibles idk what else to say 0_o

cw: nervous Eddie, touchstarved R, smut, dry humping (is it actually dry if they’re both wet…?), cumming in pants, one (1) use of the word “daddy”, light use of the miscommunication trope

wc: 2.5k 

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By nature, Eddie Munson is not a shy person.

Even though his dark reputation in Hawkins hasn’t been completely erased, he still manages to make friends wherever he goes through sheer force of personality. It’s like a magic trick, one that you never get tired of- he’ll pause in the middle of grocery stores to make faces at a baby in a stroller, getting belly laughs out of a stranger’s kid in less than ten seconds while still holding your hand down the aisle. One second he’s right behind you in the record store, looking over your shoulder as you browsed, and the next he’ll be on one knee charming a elementary school-aged kid into getting the latest Dio album.

You’ve seen him flirt his way out of speeding tickets with Hopper, for christ’s sake. 

Eddie isn’t shy by any stretch of the imagination, so after three months of nothing but chaste kisses and quiet hand-holding, you’re left to assume he actually wants to take things slow with you.

He’s been nothing but a gentleman, in these early days of dating- the most action you’ve gotten from him was unintentional. On your third date, a dollop of his ice cream landed on your lap when he used the cone to gesture, which led him to manically grabbing napkins out of his dashboard to wipe at your skirt while you laughed it off. The second he’d brushed against your bare thigh he snapped his hands back like he’d touched a live wire, hastily heaping on apologies, leaving you to allay his nerves while wiping at the stain yourself.  

Which, whatever. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re complaining about him being respectful, per se, it’s just that it’s getting harder and harder (hah) to pretend like you don’t wanna fuck him. The feeling between your thighs only seems to increase in intensity when he gives you one of those precious little hand kisses at the end of a date, or a closed-mouth peck before he drives off into the night. 

Unfortunately for you and your wet dreams, Eddie Munson has the most edible body you’ve ever seen. Biceps bulging through those form-fitting tees he likes to wear, rounded nose and strong jaw outlined by that cloud of soft black hair, those lithe hips…

Hips that you’re openly staring at from across the room as you sit quietly on Eddie’s couch. He’s reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet, his Metallica tee pulling up out of his dark denim at the motion, flashing a stripe of his pale lower back.  

You feel like a Victorian maid seeing ankle for the first time. You subtly press your thighs together under your short tartan skirt as Eddie moves around the kitchen, talking animatedly about the start of his upcoming campaign.

“I haven’t decided yet if I’m gonna go easy on the little shits or not,” he says, metal spoon clinking against ceramic as he mixes hot chocolate powder. “It’s Max’s first session as an official player, and I don’t wanna scare her off but I do have a reputation to uphold.”

“Yeah,” you agree, giving him a knowing smile as he crosses the room to pass you your mug- “You’re a DM most fearsome. Can’t let them off the hook too easily.”

Eddie blooms under your praise, wiggling his eyebrows with familiar cockiness as he settles on the cushion beside you. “Gotta keep Hawkins' finest in line. It’s a tough gig but I did swear an oath, after all.”

You smile around a sip of hot cocoa, then reach over to set your mug on the coffee table. Eddie has been sat in his usual manner (knees far enough apart to be taking up his whole seat, arm draped casually on the back of the couch) but the second your knee knocks against his, he adjusts himself stiffly, drawing his arm back with a nervous throat-clearing and a murmured “sorry”.

Normally you’d let it go, not wanting to push the issue past the point of his comfortability. But it’s been Three. Months. Of this. And you wanna test the waters, just a little.

“Sorry for what?” You ask, rotating to face him, your shoulders almost-but-not-quite touching.

He’d doing an uncanny impression of a deer caught in headlights, blinking at you with those doey brown eyes, stuttering his way through a weak explanation- “Uh… uh. Sorry for being- f-for touching you?”

There’s a lift at the end of his sentence, one that you mirror with a tilt of your own brow, a playful challenge. “You don’t have to apologize for touching me, Eddie. I’m your girlfriend.”

He chuckles, a nervous edge bleeding around the sound. The curls around his face dance with the head shake he gives. “No, of course, yeah, I know that.”

“Do you?” You scoot closer, a kick of assertiveness giving you the courage to press your leg against his. 

“Uh huh.” He’s gazing openly now at the bare skin of your thigh, like he’s waiting to see if it'll burn a hole into his denim. 

When you gently lift his hand and place it on the skin that he’s looking at, you hear him gulp, audibly. 

So he does want to touch you. Interesting.  

You know for a fact Eddie’s not a virgin. Back in high school, you’d both dated around your respective circles, gossip surrounding escapades in the Munson Van circulating back to you through mutual friends. When he’d asked you out a few months previous, you’d happily accepted, wanting to take full advantage of your interim gap year from college. For the first few weeks, you’d chalked his near-celibate behavior up to nerves.

But now, you’ve got him squirming with just a thigh touch. So maybe… he’s waiting for you to make the first move?

Fuck testing the waters- you’re gonna dive in head-first. 

You swing your leg over his lap, kneeling on the outside of his hips. His hands automatically go to your waist, and he lets out a little “Oh” as you rest your arms around his shoulders.

“You gonna kiss your girlfriend?” you whisper, forehead crushing into his bangs as you wrap a hand around the back of his neck.

Eddie looks up at you like he’s seeing a full moon for the first time, eyes sparkling with want. “Yeah,” he rasps, angling his face up to kiss you.

It’s soft, at first, like it always has been. His plush lips softly move against yours, breaking for air once, twice; when he kisses you with that same softness for a third time you press your tongue to the seam between his lips.

He lets you in with a little noise, low in the back of his throat as you lick into his mouth. His hands twitch on your hips as your tongues twine, slight movements in his own hips creating a ripple effect.

When the hard seam of his jeans bumps against the warmth of your cunt, you both gasp, your hand at the back of his neck tightening. 

“We should probably, um-” he’s panting against your mouth, grip flexing between hard and soft- “I mean, if you wanna stop…”

“I don’t wanna stop. Do you wanna stop?” you ask, equally out of breath.

“Fuck no,” he rasps again, in that smoke-salt voice, and this time when he kisses you it’s with one hand at the back of your head and the other pulling your hips to meet his.

The noises from the wet slide of your mouths are turning you on more than you care to admit, and you’re sure he can feel the damp patch that’s soaking through your panties as the crotch of his jeans make contact again. Which normally would make you feel really self-conscious, if it weren’t for the fact that Eddie’s hard as a rock underneath you, the bulge in his pants thickening with each roll of your hips.

You drop your kisses down, exploring where you haven’t been able to before: against his cheek, his jaw, stopping just behind his ear. Unable to help yourself, you graze your teeth against the velvet skin there, and he jolts beneath you with a small yelp.

“Sorry,” you whisper, still a touch mirthful but soothing your tongue over the mark.

Eddie brushes his thumb across the back of your neck as you continue your path down the column of his throat. “Now who’s sayin’ sorry for no reason. Baby, I’m begging you to do that again.”

So you do, this time at the junction where his neck and shoulder meet, grinning against his skin when he groans and bucks his hips up. 

Around your hickey-making, he’s choking out words that you just manage to string together. “I wanna… make you feel- christ, sweetheart- good too, wanna make it good for you-”

When you sit up to see his face, he looks absolutely wrecked- rosy flush in his cheeks, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, pupils blown so big his eyes are nearly black with lust.

“You are making me feel good,” you assure him, pulling the hand he’s got on your neck down to where the end of your skirt sits, pausing before your next move. “You want me to prove it?”

He nods, and you guide him into the warmth of your thighs, letting his fingers graze the stickiness that’s been steadily soaking through the fabric.

Eddie inhales sharply, moans out, “Fuck, honey”, and when his thumb finds your clit you sink down into his touch, stomach tightening with the shock of arousal coursing through you.

He’s watching your face intently as he slowly circles your clit, gauging your reactions, pressing in a bit harder and faster when the pace change makes you cry out.

Feeling doubly exposed with his eye contact and hand against your core, you try making a joke to diffuse some of the tension as the pad of his finger moves against you in steady rhythm. “Still thinkin’ about stopping?”

“A train could crash through that wall and it wouldn’t stop me for a second,” Eddie says, resolute and getting a little braver, kissing his own path across your throat, nibbling at a spot that makes your clit pulse beneath his fingertip and your cunt clench around nothing. 

Goddamn, he’s a quick learner. In less than two minutes he’s got you so close to the edge, squirming around his touch, that you have to grab his wrist and still his fingers between your thighs.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. You can feel his breath punching up down up, your breasts pushed up against his chest from the way your body was trying to coil in on itself.

“Nothing,” you assure him, and now it’s your turn to falter around your words. “I just- maybe can I… I wanna get o-off at the same time. If you want. And I’m really, really close.”

Eddie’s head falls back against the couch with a thunk, eyes scrunching shut as if in concentration, a strung-out whine leaving his throat. “Hang on. Give me a second.”

He’s still got his hand on your clothed pussy, and you can’t help but giggle once he blinks back to the present, dazed- “Christ. You can’t say shit like that, baby, I almost came in my jeans.”

You give him a condescending little pout, accented with another twist of your hips. “Well maybe that’s what I want.”

“Give you anything,” Eddie replies, unabashedly babbling now as you adjust yourself in his lap. “Anything you want, sweetheart. It’s yours. All yours.”

He helps you maneuver into a new angle: now, your drenched core can rub freely against his thigh, while your knee in the socket of his hip means he can rut his cock along the flat of your leg.

When you move experimentally in shallow circles on his thigh, the newly-gained friction lights up your throbbing clit. Soon, all pretenses melt away as you both find your rhythm again, little grunts and pants filling the air.

“Feel good, angel? That’s it,” Eddie encourages, slipping his hand under your skirt to grope at the meat of your ass, helping your movements along as he chases his own pleasure with a rocking grind against your leg. “Take what you need. Lemme get you there. Please, please…”

His whines spur you on, one of your hands shooting out to clutch at the back of the couch beside his head while the other anchors itself on his opposing bicep. “Fuck, Eddie, keep talking like that, ‘m so close…”

“Talk to you all day,” he heaves out, “you make me so fucking hard, princess. You feel how hard I am for you? God, you’re so wet, that’s so fucking hot…”

You should have expected that bravado and charm you’ve seen these last few years to naturally be carried over into his sex life, but god, not in your wettest of dreams could you have imagined the mouth on him. 

The combination of his dirty talk and thigh between your legs is bringing you right up to that edge again, toes curling in anticipation, cunt starting to flutter erratically with every thrust.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come…” your head rolls back on its hinge, eyes flickering shut as Eddie fumbles to catch at your clit again, movements becoming sloppy. 

“C’mon, pretty baby, let go.” He’s sucking another mark into your neck between his praises, teeth catching- “Let me see you come, honey, be a good girl for daddy…”

“Jesus FUCKING christ” is all you manage to grit out before you’re tipping over the edge into orgasm, all your muscles bearing down into the bright point of pleasure, high sob winding its way from your throat. 

Eddie keeps kneading at your spasming clit as you ride it out on his thigh, even as he lets out a series of short, keening whimpers, even as his cock jerks against your leg into his own release. 

You sag into his waiting arms, tittering lightly against his neck as you both work on catching your collective breaths. 

“Holy shit, and I was really starting to think you actually didn’t want to fuck me.” You laugh in relief.

His hand pauses mid-stroke up the slope of your back, sounding genuinely aghast when he asks “Why the fuck would you think that?”

You straighten in his arms with an incredulous stare. “Uh, maybe because you acted like a monk that I was corrupting every time I even breathed near you?”

Eddie covers his eyes with his hands, heels to sockets, groaning- “Fuck, honey, I was tryn’a be respectful. You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this sooner?”

You reach to soothe your palms over the length of his forearms, equally fond and serious when you say “I’m telling you I absolutely would have slept with you on the first date.”

He makes a strangled, pained noise before you continue- “You described to me in detail the entire mating cycle of a bat, and then walked directly into a trash can by accident. How did you expect me to wait on jumping your bones?”

He lets you take his hands, enveloping them in your own and bringing them to your chest, pressing your lips affectionately to each ring.

He whispers, “Can I ask you something?” 

When you look up at him again, he says, with sincerity, “Can I see your tits next time?”

You hide your laughter into the crook of his neck. 

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guys i cannot stress how high I am is this even any good plz perceive me 

[universefcb]

hey! Can you make one which Pedri and reader are making out on his couch and suddenly his parents gets on his home with Fer, and caught them, and reader really just wants to dissappear

↬❥ It wasn't supposed to end like this...

Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : You and Pedri are having an intimate moment after his family leaves, but Fernando forgets his wallet in the kitchen.

a/n: I'm starting to feel confident about this. But I don't give myself five days to give up writing smut KAKAKAKAKAK

REQUESTED

warnings: smut. Totally boring reader.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

Pedri's hands were firmly on your thighs as his body moved intensely over yours. Your bodies fit perfectly on the living room couch, with you lying on your back and him between your legs—completely surrendered to each deep, slow, torturous thrust he gave you.

“Holy shit…” he murmured against her neck, his voice husky, full of lust. “You’re perfect like this, underneath me…”

You arched your back, your breasts pressing against his chest. Pedri's hands held your legs higher, making even more room for him to enter deeper, eliciting a loud, uncontrollable moan from you.

“Pedri…” you moaned, scratching his back. “More… deeper…”

He obeyed you with gusto. His thrusts became more intense, his hips slamming against yours hard, making the couch creak beneath you. The wet, rhythmic sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, along with muffled moans and heavy breathing.

Pedri held your face with one hand now, looking into your eyes as he fucked you with a mixture of affection and delicious brutality.

“You feel it, ¿mh?” he teased, with that damn smile on his lips. “Me inside you, deep inside…”

“I feel everything, damn it…” you replied, grabbing his shoulders. “You’re so hot, Pedri…”

He moaned against your mouth, and kissed you again hard, his tongue invading your mouth at the same pace he invaded your body. You felt your climax approaching quickly, the pleasure building up in insane waves, each thrust hitting just the right spot.

" I'm going to cum with you, darling… — he growled in her ear, increasing the speed even more.

You grabbed his hair and moaned loudly, feeling your entire body tremble.

" That's it, come on with me... fuck."

And it was exactly at that moment — at the height of your excitement, in the most compromised position possible, with Pedri pounding deep inside you — that the door to the house was opened with force.

"¡PEDRI! Hemos llegado! ¡Trajimos a Fer!" (PEDRI! We've arrived! We brought Fer!)

Time stopped. You froze. Pedri widened his eyes, still inside you.

And the scene that followed was simply the nightmare of his life.

Pedri’s mother entered the room first. She let out a shrill scream, her horrified gaze locking on hers just as Pedri desperately tried to pull a pillow over you. But it was impossible to hide what they were doing—your body was still shaking from your orgasm, your legs were still spread wide, and Pedri… well, he was still inside you.

“¡MADRE DE DIOS!” the woman screamed, turning her face quickly. “IT CANNOT BE! ANTONIO, GET ME OUT OF HERE!" (MOTHER OF GOD!)

His father walked in seconds later and let out a dry, indignant:

“¡¿PERO QUÉ COÑO…?!” (WHAT THE FUCK…?!)

And then, Fer appeared behind them, looked at the scene with a mocking smile and said:

“Fuck, Pedri, not even to wait for them to leave, huh? That’s real love… or despair.”

You wanted to disappear. Vanish. Enter a time rift and never return.

You tried to pull something to cover your body, but Pedri was still literally stuck to you — which made everything even worse.

“For the love of God, get off me!” you whispered, pushing his chest, completely red, feeling the embarrassment hit you harder than any pleasure.

Pedri left carefully, still trying to cover you with the pillows while your mother shouted from afar:

“Get dressed! Let’s pretend this never happened! And you two, shame on you!”

“I won’t be able to look at your mother ever again,” you said, still trying to find your panties thrown somewhere in the room.

“She’ll get over it… one day. Maybe with therapy,” Pedri replied, still laughing, even though she was also dying of embarrassment.

“I’m not laughing, Pedri. I’m traumatized.”

“But it was delicious, wasn’t it?” He whispered naughtyly in her ear.

You slapped him. But even with your face on fire, you couldn't help but laugh.

" Idiot."

“You idiot.”

And there you two went, dragging yourselves around the house in silence, trying to regain your lost dignity between the sofa cushions.

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

For the love of god(dess) || CL16 {1}

A/N & Summary: Greek God/dess AU. This was a draft I had wasting away with reincarnation trope. Reader is the goddess of love. I don't even know what I am doing anymore lol Warnings: reader injury, blood WC: 2.2k Part One || Two

“Do you ever stop working?”

You leered across the scrying bowl to the unwelcome guest waltzing into your sanctum. “Unlike some, my work never ends.”

“Come now, I remember a time when you used to love my little soirées,” Dionysus whispered in your ear as he dipped his finger in the bowl, disturbing the still waters. The god of debauchery had never held just a little party, there was a reason hedonism and excess had been celebrated for millennia. “Take one night off. It will be one to remember.”

“Liar,” you said with a smile despite yourself. “I still don’t have any memory of the last one.”

He winked and flicked the droplet of water from his finger at you playfully, “Then I am doing my job right. It’s on earth…”

Damn, the god knew how to pique your interest. Thousands of years watching through the haze of the scrying bowl did little to capture their humanity. Whenever you could, you used to walk among them to see the fruits of your labour. 

“Love, you are eternal - yet you waste away in this…” he drifted off as he looked around the empty stone room, carvings depicting your greatest champions along the walls, “place.”

While the other gods had their golden palaces you were content in the temple that had once been filled with priestesses who served the deity you once were. A shell of who you used to be reflected back in the still water. What was the Goddess of Love with a broken heart? Cold and empty like this temple.

Your thoughts darkened and shadows crept along the walls before you took a deep breath. It had been a few decades since you had some fresh air, maybe it was for the best to get out. “Fine. One night.”

Dio grinned and swept an arm around your waist before leading you to the door. The sunlight hit your face and you cursed Apollo until your eyes adjusted to the brightness. The drunken god took one look at the white robe you wore, a silver sash tied at the waist, and tutted.

“I know beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but this won’t do.”

“Any other insults?” you dared as you cast a hand over yourself, the white cotton bleeding to a deep red leather skin that hugged your body and accentuated your assets. A black corset snapped at the contours of your waist and pressed your breasts up, the armour unnecessary but as familiar as breathing. The others may have forgotten the great war but your heart remembered the loss and you swore you would not leave yourself vulnerable again. 

He let out a low whistle and shook his head. 

“Oh, one more thing.” Your bow and quiver snapped into place across your back and drew a groan from Dio. “What?” Your eyes darted to the chalice that was forever held in his left hand. “You have your attachments, I have mine.”

He held his cupped hand up, wine sloshing over the rim, and pointed a finger at you. “Firstly, this is a curse - not a choice. And secondly, this is useful to drink out of.”

“Maybe you should have been more careful where you stuck your dick.”

“I didn’t know the nymph was one of Zeus’ favourites, obviously,” Dio grumbled before setting off down the path that would lead to the mortal realm.

–

Las Vegas, Mortal Realm, 2023 PIW (Post-Immortal-Wars)

You already knew the party would be a large one, but this was big even by Dionysus’ standards. Thousands of people imbibed in the free flowing alcohol and danced under strobe lights in Sin City, his favourite playground. Dio sent a mischievous wink before he touched the champagne tower and his power imbued with the liquor to increase the effect and ensure everyone was on the same level as him.

“Drink, Love,” he ordered as he tipped the rim of his glass to your lips. Sweet wine warmed your throat as much as his power did and you drank it down knowing that for at least a few minutes your cares would be diminished - but they always came back too soon. “Now dance.”

Your hips swayed and your hands found themselves moving above your head as the lights mesmerised you. Human scents came and went as they moved around you, their pheromones calling to your power as they found lovers, if only for the night. One particular scent caught your attention and you followed it to find Dio talking to the human. He had been god touched and the mark glowed on his brow - not that the mortals could see it.

“Love, this is the man of the hour,” Dio gushed, casting a hand to the party as if it were all for him. “Max here won the race.”

You didn’t know what race he was referring to, nor did you care. “Of course he did,” you stated dryly. Max was Nike’s champion and Nike was the Goddess of Victory in everything except what mattered. “Congratulations.”

You grabbed Dio’s hand and drank your fill from his cursed chalice in the hopes it would douse the fire that ignited in your veins. If Nike had fought alongside you in the war instead of wasting her time with her Olympians and their silly sports then maybe Károlos would have survived. Maybe you would do more than just survive eternity alone.

“Sorry, she doesn’t get out much,” Dio joked, clapping the victor on the arm. “Drink, my friend. The night is young and life is short.”

You slipped away into the sea of bodies, drifting through until a cool breeze called from the balcony and you escaped to the quiet. Your breath exhaled with a heaviness only an immortal could carry and a chuckle startled you.

“Fuck, not another one. Can’t I have one moment of peace?” you groaned as his scent found you before the handsome man stepped out of the shadows of the corner he had been hiding in.

“Sorry,” he apologised. “This was my hiding place first.”

The mark of the Adonis glowed beneath the dark hair that fell over his forehead and you internally scoffed at the god’s vanity. The man standing before you would have been stuck down if he showed his face in Olympus, he was far too good looking it would be considered an offence to the petty gods. And those eyes, green eyes just like...You had to look away before you could finish that thought.

“What do you have to hide from?” you asked, leaning against the rail as you watched fireworks explode among the stars. “You’re a champion.”

“You must have me confused with someone else,” he laughed bitterly.

“I know a champion when I see one.” You felt Dionysus breeze onto the balcony before you heard his drunken laugh behind you, the bitter smell of blackthorn root on his breath from the drug he had smoked.

“Love, eternal Love, I found you,” he slurred as hugged your back, the feathered fletches from the quiver of arrows irritating him. “Must you wear these prickly things?”

Before you could stop him, he ripped an arrow out, the sharpened point catching the side of your neck. A hiss of pain escaped your lips as blood trickled down your throat and the power that kept the weapons hidden from mortal sight broke with the bead of blood on the tip. 

Adonis’ champion gasped as his mind raced to piece together what he was seeing. A woman bleeding and a man holding the weapon. His eyes narrowed and he leapt at Dio, trying to wretch the bloodied arrow from him before he could attack you again. You could have laughed at how futile the attempt was for a mortal to attack a god but said god was higher than Zeus’ perch in his palace and rotten drunk off his wine. 

The fates must have been laughing their asses off as the mortal and god collided, both tumbling to the floor before the mortal screamed in pain.

A hand reached into your chest, at least that was how it felt when the fire exploded inside you. “No, no, no, no,” you cried as Dio fell away from the mortal and you saw the arrow buried in the champion's chest. “What have you done?”

The fire faded as the bond snapped into place and you hated how you suddenly feared for the mortal. That fear had you rushing to his side and falling to your knees as Dio stared at his hands. “I, I didn’t mean to,” he stammered. 

Even the mortals knew the power those arrows held, the stories were told throughout the ages of how just a nick from one could make strangers, enemies even, fall for each other in an instant. The greatest weapon of all was love and it had the power to destroy even the immortals. And Dio had just stabbed the mortal with one, coated in your blood. Blood that bonded.

You gripped the shaft and tugged the arrow out of his chest before slamming your hand over the wound and pouring your energy into it, sealing it closed. He reached for your hand that was slick with his blood and you let him hold it, unable to fight the love that came from your own power. 

“You’ll be okay,” you promised him before narrowing your eyes at Dio. “You, not so much.”

“It was an accident, I swear, it was like I couldn’t control myself. Charles just jumped-”

Your eyes flared silver as you looked back at the unearthly green shade of his eyes. Same eyes, same name, Adonis’ champion. You had foolishly thought Adonis had chosen the mortal for his beauty, but if the mortal was reincarnated then he would also bear the mark on his brow.

“Károlos,” you whispered as a feeling of rightness settled across the universe.

Charles frowned at the name but understood the tenderness in the tone, such a sweet sound. His chest no longer burned and smooth skin met his palm as he felt for the wound that had healed, but the blood on his shirt was proof he had not imagined it all. 

“Who are you?” he asked as he rose to his feet, tasting his blood on his tongue.

You flinched at the question and looked to the stars. “I go by many names, but you may call me Y/N.”

“You called me Károlos.”

“That was your name the first time you walked the earth,” Adonis said, appearing on the balcony in a flash of light. “Károlos, Karlaz, Carl, Charles - it’s always the same. A hundred lifetimes lived, always searching, always waiting. All for this moment.”

When Károlos had been killed you had stormed to the Underworld ready to bargain with Hades, but he had said Károlos wasn’t in the Elysian Fields. You hadn’t believed him in your anger. All this time, Adonis had kept his soul safe. 

You reached behind to your quiver and drew an arrow, grabbing your bow and notching it. “You had two thousand years to tell me he was alive.”

Adonis held his hands up, shifting closer to Dio ready to sacrifice him as a shield. “You think the fates would let me tell you! I did what I could but you were happy to grovel alone in your temple.”

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Charles asked, wondering why no one had come to see what was going on, except when he looked at the party everyone was frozen like the time had come to a stop.

“I was grieving! And now I will have to mourn him anew, because he’s fucking mortal!”

Adonis grinned and you debated releasing the arrow. “Are you sure about that? Is that not your blood that runs in his veins now? I can smell it on him.”

You paused. Your blood had been on the arrow, immortal blood. You and Charles had gravitated to each other without realising it and you inhaled as you leaned a little closer. There was still a hint of that fresh mortal scent but it was an undercurrent to the aether that grew stronger with each breath. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Charles snapped as you dissected him with your eyes like an experiment. “And why is no one else moving?”

You unnotched the arrow and waved the feathered end at Adonis. “We are going to have words about this later.” The beautiful god nodded before disappearing in a flash of light.

“So I'm forgiven, right?” Dio asked with a shy smile. “Told you it would be one to remember.”

You held a hand up to silence him and looked at Charles. “I don’t know how to answer your questions without making more. It might be easier if I show you.”

He accepted your hand without hesitation and you wondered how much of that was the force of the bond or because on some unconscious level his soul recognised yours. Either way, you smiled at the warmth between your skin before leaving the mortal realm behind.

“Where are we going?” he asked as the stars faded with the lights of Sin City.

“Home.”

–

For Reference: Dionysus - God of Wine and Pleasure Nike - Goddess of Victory Adonis - God of Beauty, Desire and Rebirth Károlos - (Old derivative for Charles) A warrior who was fated to be your soulmate before being killed protecting you in the Immortal Wars. Reincarnated as Charles Leclerc by Adonis. Olympus - Immortal Realm

Click here for part two.

[dioslesbianwife]

Headcannons for Jojo villains and how they’d act with a crush + what kind of person I think they’d be attracted to.

Dio

Type:

I think he’d like confident, ambitious, and self-assured individuals who challenge him intellectually and emotionally. Bonus points if they have a bit of a rebellious streak or a mysterious aura. He’d want someone who doesn't blindly worship him but still admires his power.

How He Acts:

Dio doesn’t fall for someone lightly- it’s all or nothing. He’ll fixate on their every move, convinced that they belong to him. The moment he perceives any kind of threat or rival, he eliminates it without hesitation.

When he flirts, it’s incredibly intense, piercing stares, lingering touches, and comments that toe the line between alluring and unnerving.

If he succeeds in seducing the object of his affections, the gifts he gives will be extravagant. Roses, rare jewels, and maybe even an entire estate. Anything less wouldn’t be worthy of his crush.

Kars

Type:

Strong willed and intelligent people who can hold their own. He respects cunning and determination. Aesthetic beauty also matters to him- not necessarily conventional attractiveness, moreso someone whose features complement each other well if that makes sense. Bonus points for someone who shares his appreciation for nature.

How He Acts:

Kars is subtle and strategic. He’ll study his crush carefully, ensuring he knows their likes, dislikes, and small details about them.

He often shows off his intellect or skills to impress them, showcasing his knowledge in a way that seems effortless but is very deliberate. His compliments are poetic and flowery, often comparing his crush to natural wonders.

There’s a predatory undertone to his behavior- he sees them as something to be claimed, but he’s patient and willing to wait until they are “ready” in his eyes.

If rejected, he hides his disappointment very well, but his determination to win them over increases tenfold.

Yoshikage Kira

Type:

Quiet, unassuming, and polite individuals who won’t disrupt his desire for a peaceful life. He likes someone elegant and well kept, someone who seems “perfect” on the surface. He’s especially into people with delicate hands. Long fingers, smooth skin, or anything that catches his attention.

How He Acts:

Kira is pretty uncomfortable when he has a crush. This is a disruption to his quiet life. He tries to act normal but definitely stares for too long. He might “accidentally” bump into his crush in the most carefully planned ways, all while pretending it’s a coincidence.

I can see him trying to go about wooing his crush in traditionally romantic ways to align with his carefully crafted persona. Small gifts start showing up. A perfectly arranged bouquet, a beautifully handwritten note, or a box of chocolates left anonymously.

If he feels his obsession growing, he becomes more withdrawn, afraid of slipping up and letting his other urges take over.

He fantasizes about a quiet life with his crush, free from chaos, imagining them as the perfect addition to his meticulously crafted world.

Diavolo

Type:

Mysterious, independent individuals who don’t reveal everything about themselves. He’s drawn to people who are both confident and slightly unpredictable. Bonus points if they’re creative or resourceful, as he respects ingenuity.

How He Acts:

Diavolo is secretive and cautious. He doesn’t let his crush know how he feels but watches them from the shadows, learning their habits and routines. He sends Doppio to interact with his crush first, testing the waters and gauging their personality before making a move.

If he decides to pursue them, it’s in a very controlled, calculated way. His dates are expensive but private. He avoids public displays of affection to keep his identity hidden. Deep down, he’s terrified of being vulnerable, so he may push them away if he feels they’re getting too close.

If his crush is in danger, however, he’ll become more protective, erasing threats without hesitation.

Doppio

Type:

Kind, and nurturing individuals who make him feel safe and appreciated. He’ll appreciate people who treat him gently and don’t judge his eccentricities. He also appreciates someone with a bit of a playful side.

How He Acts:

Doppio is easily flustered around his crush. He avoids eye contact, trying to act natural. He does small, thoughtful things to make them happy, like leaving them little gifts or helping them with random tasks. He talks to himself a lot more when they’re around, accidentally spilling his feelings in bits and pieces.

Doppio might get jealous easily but wouldn’t know how to express it properly. Instead, he sulks quietly or becomes overly clingy.

If Diavolo steps in, things get complicated. Doppio’s crush might unknowingly become a pawn in one of Diavolo’s schemes. Doppio would try to get permission from Diavolo to pursue his crush. Depending on how that goes, they may or may not be in danger.

Enrico Pucci

Type:

I see him liking someone deeply spiritual or philosophical, with a strong sense of purpose. Pucci admires people who are passionate about their beliefs, even if they don’t align with his. He’s drawn to calm, serene individuals who seem almost otherworldly.

How He Acts:

Pucci is composed and reserved, but his crush stirs a conflict within him. He worries about whether his feelings align with his divine mission. He would engage his crush in long, meaningful conversations, subtly steering the topics toward their values and beliefs to see if they’re what God has planned for him or if they’re just a distraction to his goals.

He prays for guidance constantly, torn between his faith and his feelings. If he believes his crush is part of his destiny, he becomes devoted to them. Pucci might (whether intentionally or unintentionally) guilt trip his crush, using religious metaphors to make them feel connected to his mission.

His protective streak comes out if they’re in danger. He views it as his duty to shield them from harm, even if it means going to extremes.

Funny Valentine

Type:

Patriotic, noble, and idealistic individuals who share his vision for a better future. He greatly admires people who are loyal and willing to sacrifice for the greater good. He also respects intelligence and subtlety, drawn to those who are tactful and diplomatic.

How He Acts:

Outwardly Valentine is a gentleman, treating his crush with the utmost respect and courtesy. He goes out of his way to ensure their comfort and happiness. His feelings manifest in grand gestures, lavish dinners, eloquent speeches, and promises of unwavering support.

He’s highly strategic, ensuring that his crush aligns with his goals before fully committing. If they don’t, he’ll either try to “convince” them his vision of America is perfect. Or he’ll keep them at a distance and just use them until he’s satisfied and ready to move on.

If he views his crush as part of his grand design, he won’t tolerate anyone interfering. If he really cares about his crush and they’re in danger, he’ll risk almost anything to protect them, justifying it as a necessary sacrifice for the sake of love and his country.

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Anyway, hope you enjoyed my take on these guys! Requests are always open ofc! 🩷

[latin5mamii]

Need You - Carlos Alcaraz

Warnings: smut, nsfw, +18 content

Genre: Carlos Alcaraz x reader, smut

Summary: What happens if you send a dirty message to your boyfriend during his post-victory party?

Author's note: nothing left to say...

You and your boyfriend loved parties: alcohol, fun and reggaeton music.

In Spain,of course there are lots of nightclubs and lots of fun,especially if your boyfriend won the Roland Garros only a few days before.In fact,he organized a party for his win in Ibiza with all his friends and acquaintances.

You were having so much fun with your friends that Carlos invited for you.

You were drunk,drunk enough to send a dirty message to your boyfriend whilst he was with his friends. You knew you would regret it as soon as you got sober, but life is one, so let's risk it.You can see your boyfriend taking his phone out his pocket and see the message,and a pleased smile appears on his face. 

“Te quiero dentro de mí con tantas ganas ahora mismo”

(I want you inside me so badly right now)

He was drunk too, but certainly not on your level.

“Dios Y/N, me volverás loco” (God Y/N,You're driving me crazy)

Great, now you’re not only drunk, but even horny,and you are sure he was too, and this only increases the desire to satisfy your cravings as soon as possible.

The party was almost finished and Carlos was greeting his guests for the night,and as soon as he finished,you two went towards his car.

You couldn't wait to reach the hotel you were staying tonight.You knew he didn’t forget about the message. How could he?

Whilst he drives you constantly look at him, and he notices, giving you longing looks.

“No puedo esperar a sentirte”

(I can't wait to feel you)

You whisper, and you notice his breathing getting heavy.

“Estás haciendo que sea difícil resistirte, amor.”

(You're making it hard to resist you , love)

He says moving his hand up your thigh, getting closer and closer to your panties; You're soaking wet, and shivers begin to spread all over your body.You moan quietly as he begins to squeeze your thigh.

“Por favor Carlos, te necesito”

(Please Carlos, I need you)

Carlos opens the door to your room as quickly as possible, entering and kissing you passionately, you've been waiting for this moment all evening. He starts undressing you, touching you without leaving any space left unturned. You can feel his hard member through his pants, and while you are still standing, he moves your panties to the side and puts one finger inside you, then two and then three. You are so turned on that you can't help but moan out loud and these noises are sending him to heaven .

“sì Carlos por favor”

(Yes Carlos, please)

“¿Por favor qué?¿Quieres que te folle?”

(Please what? You want me to fuck you?)

You can only nod at his words, you don't have the strength to say anything.

“Necesito escucharte en voz alta, amor”

(I need to hear you out loud, love)

“Fóllame, por favor”

(Fuck me, please)

You beg him, as his fingers continue to go in and out of your sex.

He needed only this few words to hunt his cock and and make you sit on top, letting it in slowly. You let out a deep breath before you start moving on top of him, first slower until you go faster and faster, your moans fill the room, he places his thumb on your clit, not you could ask for anything better.

"Ya casi llego, ¿quieres que me corra dentro?"

  (I'm almost there, do you want me to cum inside?)

“Por favor correte dentro de mi”

(Please cum inside me)

And as soon as you finish the sentence, you both reach orgasm, feeling his cum inside you. You get off on top of him to catch your breath, he lies down on the bed and you do the same; he starts caressing your cheek and you kiss his hand.

"Sabes que te amo, ¿verdad?"

(You know that i love you, Right?)

You reply with a kiss,but different from the past ones,it’s not hungry or needy,this is just pure love.

"Siempre"

(Always.)

[onebigbuubie]

It's too safe to go alone, here take this with you.

(warning: DIO Brando is very much likely to increase your chances of dying if you so choose to accept this)

[yanderes-galore]

Romantic yandere part 1!Dio turning his darling into a vampire with a stone mask short story? They are being unruly and stubborn and not reciprocating his "affections", and this is his way of both punishing them, and making sure they are bound to him forever. Make it as bloody as you want to!

Part 1 Dio is probably one of my favorites. While I am rusty with Part 1 (Been years since I saw it...), I will do my best >:)

Creature of The Night

Yandere! Dio Brando Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Murder, Blood, Sadism, Controlling behavior, Kidnapping, Isolation, Forced relationship.

At first Dio had found your fight amusing. You'd always defy him, tell him that JoJo will take him down. Honestly, taunting you in his castle had often become the highlight of his night.

However, your behavior often gets irritating when he just wants your attention. You were the only person who has caught the vampire lord's eye. Unfortunately... It wasn't like he was going to get you willingly it seems.

You had been a friend of Jonathan's. It had made Dio irritated to see you so friendly to Jonathan. Even after he ruined his life... You stayed beside him.

Such dedication was wasted on Jonathan in Dio's eyes...

Naturally, like everything that belonged to Jonathan, he took you too.

There had been a point in time where you had tried to get along. When Dio was playing the part of a 'good gentleman', he had a few positive interactions with you. He didn't expect himself to fall for you.

Yet now he has and you won't even look at him fondly.

You hate him, he knows that. Despite being so fragile compared to him, a vampire, you still fought like you had a chance. Such a fire in your eyes is adorable....

Such a foolish endeavor.

Dio was used to getting his way. He always got the affection of his followers. Yet you, the one person he craves it from, won't touch him. It frustrates him.

He could give you everything. He offers a place to stay and all the pleasure you could ever want. But you just call him a monster...

You think you can escape?

Maybe he should take that from you too.

"You do know struggling will only make it hurt more, right?"

Dio's voice is cold as he glares down at you. You're sitting on the cold floor of the castle with heavy chains on your wrists. You glare at him even now while he toys with the stone mask in his claws.

"... I suppose this would have happened at some point, wouldn't it?" Dio clicks his tongue, fangs glinting in the moonlight. "After all, I plan to keep you forever... know that?"

Your defiance is amusing even now. Dio is suggesting making you a vampire and you're still holding out for a hero. Oh, you're such a hopeful creature...

It isn't going to last long.

You flinch when Dio pins you to the wall behind you. He then holds the mask to your face despite your attempts to move your head away. You hear the vampire laugh as he trails a claw from your thigh to your chest.

"The amount of blood doesn't quite matter, but..." Dio murmurs, grinning as he hears you cry in pain when he shoves your fist through your chest. There's a gurgle from your throat and you barely hear your blood splatter onto the stone floor.

"This will be enough to make you like me...."

You struggle, barely able to see through the eye holes of the mask and your steadily increasing blood loss. You can vaguely see blood coating Dio's hand as he watches you. Tears prick your eyes...

Will you really be like him?

Can't he at least make your death a mercy?

"Now, I expect total obedience from you once this is done." Dio warns, keeping you still with one hand, not like you can hear him properly anyways. "Not like there's anywhere else to go, right? You won't ever touch the sun again... and you can't win against me."

You attempt to weakly struggle again but Dio shakes his head. Of course you still fight. Such a pity...

He'll miss it... briefly.

You freeze when Dio then brushes his bloody hand against the mask slowly. Your own blood coats the surface and makes the stone mask tremble. The pain in your chest, just missing your heart, is unbearable...

But the mask piercing your skull doesn't seem to hurt as much since it was just about instant.

There's a brief flash of light that occurs when the stone tendrils pierce your skin. Blood continues to pour onto the floor afterwards and your body becomes useless for a few moments. It's only then does Dio drop you, watching you slump to the floor.

You collide to the stone, blood from your body pooling to the floor. You're still for a long time, the mask clattering across the floor. You don't move... truly dead to the world...

Yet the bleeding stops...

Your eyes opening soon after, enhanced....

You can break your shackles with ease at your newfound strength. Yet Dio is quick to put an end to your fighting attempt. You're practically slammed through the wall when you try to lunge at him.

It doesn't quite hurt... but it stuns you as Dio holds you by the neck.

"Now what did I just say, Darling? I need obedience. I'm giving you eternal life and love. I can't have you fighting me forever."

Dio then leans close, his tongue flicking over the blood still on your skin.

"This is both a punishment and a blessing. Maybe now you'll know your place. After all..."

Dio pulls you close to his chest, claws cupping your face as he grins down at your bloody form.

"You have nowhere else to go, you're a monster, just like me."

[yawnderu]

so I saw u were taking requests and I wanted to request something lolol (I don’t have to write this if u don’t want to lolol)

prince!miguel x evilwitch!reader? Where the reader kidnaps miguel to try and torture him with their magic but miguel gets a crush on them instead

cw: edging, vulgar language, ruined orgasms, blowjobs, rough sex, ass fingering, creampie, implied anal, Miguel whimpers, pure filth.

"Cállate." Miguel barked as you kept teasing him, his handsome face turned into a frustrated snarl, fangs bared as you simply tightened up the dark magic rope constricting his body.

It has been two weeks since you kidnapped Miguel in hopes of getting him to tell you the location of an ancient flower that you need for potions, yet he refuses to tell you.

No matter how much you beat and torture him, this man doesn't break, so you decided to approach the issue at hand differently. This is the fifth orgasm you've ruined for him, denying him of the privilege of cumming. He let out a frustrated growl, struggling against the rope uselessly.

Your hand kept working his thick cock up and down, his precum leaking down on it like a faucet, mixing in with the sweat that dripped down his forehead. Miguel was a strong man, yet the way one of your hands worked his shaft while the other one fondled his big balls had him weak. Any other man would have fallen for your charm, no? Miguel tried convince himself, he tried his best to ignore the way you teasingly kissed his dick, to look away and pretend this wasn't happening, yet you always know how to get him to react.

"Eyes on me, pretty boy." You command, teasingly licking the slit of his dick. That earns you a sharp hiss, his heart rate accelerating and his body heat increasing as your hand moves faster up and down his dick. This time you take it a step further, putting his tip inside your mouth as your tongue teasingly licks circles all over it. Miguel thrusts his hips up and you allow him to fuck into your mouth, the salty taste of his precum mixed in with tears and sweat instantly hitting your mouth.

Just as you can feel his dick throb you pull away with a loud "pop", shooting him a smug smirk as a strangled whimper comes out of his lips. His hips are still slightly thrusting up, hoping to get any sort of relief.

"You look so pathetic like this, principito." You tease, not touching him for a few seconds as you take in the sight in front of you. It's comical, almost, with Miguel's behemoth frame tied down to a chair, fully clothed as only his cock and balls are out of the expensive fabric of his pants, your saliva and his precum already staining the clothing yet neither of you seem to care. Miguel only wants to cum, and you only want to tease him. Something about the man whose pridefulness is always on his shoulders like a weight crumbling down and whining like a bitch is doing things to you.

"Por favor... por favor, let me cum. Just once, brujita, please." He begs pathetically, groaning as your hand goes back to fastly rub up and down his massive cock. Your fingers can't even fully wrap around it, yet Miguel doesn't seem to care

"Ay, así..." He slowly thrusts his hips up to make you jerk him off faster, his eyes closed as his full focus goes to how damn good your hand feels wrapped around his length. He's blubbering nonsense in Spanish as his hips thrust harder and you stop moving your hand, allowing him to jerk himself off using your hand.

"Dios mío... te quiero embarrar la cara de leche." He speaks softly, half-lidded eyes looking down at you. Miguel looks completely out of a porno, a slight red tint to his tanned cheeks and mouth slightly ajar as his gaze focuses on you with pure adoration. You see his eyes roll to the back of his head when you start moving your hand again, working his shaft all the way from the base to the tip. He drops his head back, groans and deep whiny whimpers leaving his mouth as he focuses on the pleasure.

"Mi amor... mi vida, me voy a—" He cries out as you remove your hand again, ruining his orgasm for what seems like the thousandth time. Miguel is about to protest until he sees you starting to lift up your skirt, turning around and looking back at him with a smug grin that shows you're up to no good. You hold his cock as you sit on his lap, teasingly rubbing the thick length between your soaking wet folds just enough for Miguel to let out a strangled moan, his forehead resting on the back of your shoulder as tears begin rimming his eyes. He wants to cum so bad— he needs to cum so badly.

"Por favor." He pleads, voice barely above a whisper, and you comply. You lift your ass enough to line up his thick uncut tip to your soaking wet cunt, hissing softly as you begin to sink down, feeling him complete stretch you out. It stings, and yet it feels too good to stop. You take a few seconds before slowly grinding on his dick, moving up at down as he stirrs up your insides, throaty groans and whines coming out of Miguel from behind you as he thrusts his hips up, fucking into you desperately.

"Please, please, I can't—" He mumbles out your name like a mantra, already picturing the moment you'll pull away and ruin his orgasm again, yet you don't pull away this time. You bounce on his fat cock faster, your tight, warm walls engulfing him completely as your hand goes down to rub your hard clit, the other one gripping his meaty thigh for support as you slam down his dick harder.

Miguel can't take it anymore, groaning out your name as he thrusts his hips harder and faster into you, ramming himself into you in a way only a man with his size and stamina could. You're so lost in pleasure you don't fully register the strong arms wrapping around your waist, holding you from behind as Miguel uses your own body as leverage to fuck balls deep into you, drawing a sharp hiss out of your pretty lips.

Just when you're about to look back and see how the fuck he got out of the bindings, your body is being ragdolled and moved until you're in all fours on the floor, his big palm forcefully making your back arch as he fucks into you at an unlawful pace. You're not ruining his orgasm this time— not when he's finally free from your magic and can move you around to his pleasure. His hand moves up to your hips once he realizes you'll keep it arched, ramming into you as he gets on one knee, his meaty thigh against your side as he pushes all the way inside, heavy balls slapping your clit.

"Who looks pathetic now, huh, princesa?" He asked teasingly between sharp breaths, his gaze dropping down at the way your squelching cunt is completely swallowing him up, your lips gripping his fat cock making him smirk. His hands go lower, spreading your cheeks apart as he spits into your puckered hole, teasing it with his thumb before he eases it into you, grinning as he can feel his dick moving between the thin layers of flesh.

"¿Te gusta por el culo? You always looked slutty to me." He was clearly trying to get into your head, to be petty for those two weeks you kept him captured, and for all those ruined orgasms. Your cunt tightening up on him as you came made him groan, his thumb still moving into your asshole as his hips stuttered, giving a few sloppy thrusts before pushing himself all the way inside, finally being able to cum with a loud growl. It was easily the most intense orgasm Miguel has ever had, that much is clear by the way his thick, creamy cum is dripping out of you even when his fat cock is still pushed all the way inside.

"We're not done here, brujita." He says teasingly, pulling his hard dick out of your cunt before he lines it up with your asshole.

[thatsdemko]

it is a glorious sunrise - f.alonso

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: Fernando Alonso x fem!reader

warnings: not intended for minors + oral ( m receiving) + established relationship

a/n: had an Alonso brainrot in June… it’s just now getting posted 😅 lol enjoy!!!!

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

There is happiness

In our history

Across our great divide

There is a glorious sunrise

Dappled with the flickers of light

the white linen sheets are crumpled up at the end of the bed. the warm breeze of beautiful Greece was unbearable, that not even night fall could’ve made the humidity drop.

your bodies, despite the warmth, are intertwined with one another. his large hand rests upon your ass, while his other arm has fallen completely numb underneath your naked body.

you can’t help but move closer to him, wanting to feel his chest slightly rise. you can feel the warmth and moisture against his skin, your finger nails trail over the glisten droplets against his abs causing him to stir awake.

he exhales a moan, hand moving up your back and snaking into your hair, fingers beginning to massage your scalp. the silence is filled with the birds chirping outside the open window, and the sounds of young boys and girls giggling in the distance of the sea. it’s blissful, a beautiful awakening next to him.

you flip onto your stomach, breasts pressed against his bare body, you move upward, hands on both sides of him as your lips connect with his. your eyes close, but his open as he was just beginning to drift back to sleep. your soft sweet lips begin to gently move down his neck, a silent moan escapes his lips, head tilting further back into the pillow.

“ay dios mío,” he whispers feeling your nails rake into his skin, lips and tongue licking the sweat off his body. he squirms underneath you, breath hitching when he feels the warm air against his growing hard cock. looking out the window he sees the sun is just barely rising. the orange and pink skies are just forming, the view is breathtaking. watching the sun come up from the clouds, he couldn’t think of anything more beautiful. that’s until his attention shifts to your wet tongue against his tip, mind switches back to reality.

his chest begins to rise and fall with much more emphasis, you can hear his breath increasing with each passing swipe and flick of your tongue against him. he says he can’t last much longer underneath your wet touch, he’s so close to folding. his fingers are bunching the sheets, knuckles white, he’s trying hard to keep it together.

“amor, please,” his pleas are increasing, you swear the people outside your room could hear him, but you don’t mind. you love having him wrapped around your finger, looking like a damsel in distress. it’s not very often he behaves like this.

your tongue flicks him just right, something he’s never felt before, the way it scrapes against his skin, tickles his own nerves the pleasure makes his legs twitch as his body exhales your reward; his cum.

“Buenos días princesa,” he sighs watching you crawl up from his legs to beside him in the bed. you press your lips against his once again, two of you settling into the mattress comfortably.

“what a beautiful morning, nando.” you say, moving yourself closer so you can rest your head against his chest, two of you watch the sunrise with heavy eyelids and once again fall back into slumber.

There is happiness

[xjulixred45x]

(In dead royalty au)What would happen if consort was the child of some deity(maybe calypso?) And does the same as demeter? Causing havoc to have her child back

That's a good question!

ok, first of all, consort is probably a demi-god (since Calypso's island was found by mostly mortal men, I like to think that some actually wanted to stay and Calypso got her due character development. I hate her, but because I want something better).

I especially like an AU where Calypso and Antinous (one of Penelope's suitors, Odysseus' wife) meet and fall in love. Having a family together. So I think I'll go that route this time.

Calypso is definitely what the popular media thinks Demeter is. She's a loving mother, yes, but also very jealous and hates the gods with a passion for locking her away in Ogygia (and by extension her family).

and that hate increases considerably when her oldest baby manages to get out ALONE to marry a complete stranger:)

Calypso and Antinous probably didn't even realize what happened and searched for Consort for several days in Ogygia without success. So Atlas (Calypso's father) could have told her what happened and she was ANGRY.

I imagine she was so angry that she managed, even if temporarily, to cross the island's barrier and go to Olympus to complain to Zeus, who obviously wasn't going to give in to her demands.

And look, Calypso is ALTAS' daughter, who literally holds up the sky, she can probably do some pretty destructive shit like altering the tides, generating tidal waves, tornadoes, etc. all in order to get her daughter back.

Meanwhile Zagreus and Consort are not aware of what's going on outside, too busy getting to know each other better (and Zag with work because people die more out of nowhere).

It gets to a point where the gods realize they can't negotiate with Calypso, they have to do it with Zagreus.

I think it depends on whether we're talking about normal Dead Royalty Zagreus or the yandere.

The yandere would probably want to talk to Calypso personally to "discuss the problem" and would threaten her that if she didn't stop her tantrum he would make sure Consort never leaves the underworld. Ever.

Calypso might be very powerful, but she can't interfere with the world of the dead (or get there unless she dies, since she can only leave her island a limited number of times).

Obviously this would only fuel Calypso's distrust of the gods, but she would take every opportunity to see her baby.

The normal Dead Royalty Zagreus would first try to talk to Consort about it, he would want to know if they would rather go back to their mother or if they would rather stay with him. It could serve as a nice moment of confession when Consort decides to stay.

Then they would have to try to negotiate with Calypso so that she doesn't kill mortals, but Zagreus realizes that the only way to do that is to make her see Consort, and lets her do it.

Calypso stops the natural disasters the moment she sees Consort, but it definitely takes a lot, a lot of work to convince her to let her return to the Underworld.

They make a deal to come see her once a month, but if they take longer she is allowed to cause a tornado or flood😅

Calypso continues to reprimand Zagreus, but she is starting to see that it was no more hiz fault than it was Zeus'. Besides, she can't complain when her baby looks so happy.

In short, a lot of mess, but nothing that can't be fixed.

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ok, primero que nada, probablemente consorte sea semi-dios (ya que la isla de Calypso era encontrada por hombres mortales principalmente, me gusta pensar que alguno realmente se quiso quedar y Calypso tuvo su merecido desarrollo de personaje. la odio, pero porque quiero algo mejor).

me gusta especialmente un AU donde Calypso y Antinous(uno de los pretendientes de Penelope, la esposa de Odiseo) se conocen y enamoran. teniendo una familia juntos. asi que creo que voy por esa ruta en esta ocacion.

Calypso definitivamente es lo que la media popular cree que es Demeter. es una madre amorosa, si, pero tambien muy celosa y odia a los dioses con pasion por haberla encerrado en Ogigya(y por extensión a su familia).

y ese odio aumenta considerablemente cuando su bebe mayor logra salir SOLO para casarse con un completo desconocido:)

Calypso y Antinous probablemente nisiquiera se dieron cuenta de lo que paso y buscaron a Consorte varios dias en Ogygia sin exito. entonces Atlas(padre de Calypso) le pudo haber dicho lo que paso y ella estaba ENCOLERIZADA.

Me imagino que estaba tan enojada que logro, aunque sea de forma temporal, atravesar la barrera de la isla e ir al Olimpo a reclamarle a Zeus, que obviamente no iba ceder a sus demandas.

y miren, Calypso es hija de ALTAS, que literalmente sostiene el cielo, probablemente ella puede hacer mierda muy destructiva como alterar las mareas, generar maremotos, tornados, etc. todo con tal de recuperar a su hija.

mientras tanto Zagreus y Consorte no son concientes de lo que esta pasando afuera, muy ocupados conociendose mejor(y Zag con el trabajo porque de la nada la gente muere mas).

llega a un punto donde los dioses al darse cuenta que no pueden negociar con Calypso, tienen que hacerlo con Zagreus.

creo que depende de si hablamos de Zagreus de Dead Royalty normal o el yandere.

el Yandere probablemente quiera hablar personalmente con Calypso para "discutir el problema" y la amenazaría con que si no paraba su berrinche el se aseguraria que Consorte nunca dejara el inframundo.jamas.

Calypso podra ser muy poderosa, pero no puede interferir con el mundo de los muertos (o llegar hasta alla a menos que muera, ya que solo puede dejar su isla un numero limitado de veces).

obviamente esto solo alinentaria el recelo de Calypso a los dioses, pero aprovecharia cada oportunidad de ver a su bebe.

El Zagreus de Dead Royalty normal trataria primero que nada hablarlo con Consorte, el querria saber si ellos prefieren volver con su madre o si prefieren quedarse con el. podria servir como un momento lindo de confesion cuando Consorte deciden quedarse.

después tocaria tratar de negociar todos en conjunto con Calypso para que no mate a los mortales, pero Zagreus se da cuenta de que la unica forma de hacerlo es haciendo que vea a Consorte, y la deja hacerlo.

Calypso detiene los desastres naturales en el momento que ve a Consorte, pero definitivamente toma mucho, mucho trabajo convencerla de que la deje volver al Inframundo.

hacen un trato de venir a verla una vez cada mes, pero que si se tardan mas ella tiene permitido causar un tornado o inundacion😅

Calypso sigue recintiendo a Zagreus, pero esta empezando a ver que no fue mas su culpa de lo que fue de Zeus. aparte de que no puede quejarse cuando su bebe se ve tan feliz.

en resumen, mucho desmadre, pero nada que no se pueda arreglar.

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Miguel O’Hara x M!Reader

Warnings: fluff, google translated Spanish, Mayday being a cutie-Patootie

Summary: Peter asks Miguel to babysit Mayday while he and MJ go out on a date, but before Miguel can say no, the reader says yes

Quote: "You know.. Since you're so good with kids maybe we should have some of our own someday"

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Peter and MJ were celebrating their anniversary but there was one problem. The babysitter called in sick that day. So Peter had no choice but to ask his work colleagues. But when he did, they either couldn’t or just straight up said ‘no’. So Peter had no choice but to ask Miguel.

Of course Miguel would probably say no too but it was worth a shot. Luckily, when Peter got inside of Miguel’s office, he saw that you were there. You two were friends, he met you through Miguel. But he knew Miguel was always less grumpy when you were around, so maybe that would increased his chances.

“Hey Miguel.. uhh.. I was wondering.. would you maybe wanna babysit Mayday for me while me and MJ go out?” Peter laughed nervously as he held Mayday up to him.

Your eyes lit up in joy. Mayday’s little smile brightened the room. Who would say no to such a cute face?

“N-”

“Yes! Of course! We’ll totally babysit her” you yelped excitingly.

Miguel gave you a death-stare, but you didn’t care. You quickly ran to Peter and Peter handed Mayday over to you.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do sweetie” Peter said as he kissed Mayday’s head before he left.

“What was that y/n! We can’t take care of a kid! We can barley even take care of ourselves!” Miguel yelled.

“Don’t be so dramatic Miggy we can totally take care of her” you smiled as you rocked Mayday in your arms.

“Dios por favor ayudame¹” Miguel Sighed.

"You're going to have the best time of your life" you cooed as you ignored Miguel.

Mayday laughed in excitement as you tossed her in the air and catched her.

"Ooh! Miguel can you make her a little trampoline with your webs for her?" you asked.

"God you're so immature" Miguel sighed.

But who was he to deny your request? So he got off and grumbled as he made a trampoline for Mayday. After Miguel was done, you excitedly placed Mayday on the homemade trampoline and watched her bounced with joy on her face.

"Oh my god isn't she so cute!!" You giggled.

Miguel would be lying if he said that he didn't crack a smile while watching Mayday bounce happily.

"We should take a picture and send it to Peter!" you said as you pulled your phone out.

You took a picture and sent it to peter and he responded with a '🥹' Emoji. After a while of you playing with Mayday and Miguel slowly losing his brain cells, you eventually got hungry and Mayday was a bit sleepy, so you asked Miguel if he could take care of Mayday for a bit while you got something to eat.

After you got your food you decided to bring some food for Miguel and Mayday. When you got back to Miguel's office, you saw Mayday dead asleep in Miguel's arms while he cradled and cooed her in his arms.

"Holy shit this is so cute!!" you whisper squealed.

You put the food down and quickly whipped your phone out and took about +50 photos of Miguel and Mayday. You quickly sent 1/3 of the photos to peter, earning a 'No way that's Miguel' response from him.

"Not right now y/n" Miguel whisper yelled.

After Peter and MJ came back from their date, Peter opened a portal to the society and walked inside of Miguel's office to see you playing with Mayday in your arms.

"Hey guys, I came to pick up Mayday, I hope she didn;t cause any trouble" Peter said.

"Of course she didn't! She is an angel" you smiled.

"How do you guys want me to pay you? Do you guys want cash or do you want me to get you a gift?" Peter asked.

"It's fine Peter, Mayday is a gift herself" you said.

"Oh and by the way Miguel, I never knew you were a kid type of person" Peter chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah" Miguel grumbled.

"I know right?!" You laughed.

"Anyways, thank you guys for taking care of Mayday. Bye guys" Peter smiled.

After Peter left the room it only left you and Miguel.

"You know.. Since you're so good with kids maybe we should have some of our own someday" you smirked.

Miguel nearly choked.

"EW! You guys know that I'm here right?!" Lyla fake-gagged.

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¹ = God please help me

(Again i'm not very fluent in spainish so I got it off of google translate)

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S2-05/Christian body shaming, pornography, and art

I'm resuming the series after a while, but I didn't want to repeat the work of writer Alan Moore, whom we'll return to later to quote his summary of the dilemma of pornography as art. For now, just stick with this excerpt from today…

Temp 2ª Cap 6/Vergüenza corporal cristiana, porno y arte

Retomo la serie habiendo tardado en hacerlo, pero es que no quería repetir con el escritor Alan Moore, que más adelante retomaremos de nuevo para citar su resumen del dilema de porno como arte. Por ahora, quedaos con este fragmento de hoy…

Sexual openness and cultural progress would seem pretty much to have walked hand in hand throughout the opening chapters of the human story in the West, and it wasn’t until the advent of Christianity, or more specifically of the apostle Paul, that anybody realized we should all be thoroughly ashamed of both our bodies and those processes relating to them. Not until the Emperor Constantine had cut and pasted modern Christianity together from loose scraps of Mithraism and the solar cult of Sol Invictus, adopting the resultant theological collage as the religion of the Roman Empire, did we get to witness the effect of its ideas and doctrines when enacted on a whole society.

La apertura sexual y el progreso cultural parecen haber ido de la mano a lo largo de los primeros capítulos de la historia humana en Occidente, y no fue hasta la llegada del cristianismo, o más concretamente del apóstol Pablo, que alguien se dio cuenta de que todos deberíamos avergonzarnos profundamente de nuestros cuerpos y de los procesos relacionados con ellos. No fue hasta que el emperador Constantino recopiló el cristianismo moderno a partir de fragmentos sueltos del mitraísmo y el culto solar del Sol Invictus, adoptando el collage teológico resultante como la religión del Imperio romano, que pudimos presenciar el efecto de sus ideas y doctrinas al aplicarse en toda una sociedad.

Pornography, if it could be expressed artistically, might welcome our sexual imagination into the reassuring warmth of socio-political acceptability. The power of art is that it lets us see, in someone else’s work, an idea that we dimly formed but lacked the skill to realise or convey, and in this way makes us feel less alone.

La pornografía, si pudiera expresarse artísticamente, podría acoger nuestra imaginación sexual en la reconfortante calidez de la aceptabilidad sociopolítica. El poder del arte reside en que nos permite ver, en la obra de otro, una idea que apenas nos formamos, pero que no supimos plasmar ni transmitir, y de esta manera nos hace sentir menos solos.

Pornography as we conceive of it today, however, does the opposite. It isn’t art, cannot be openly admired or discussed, serves only to convince us of our isolation, to increase our sense that we are in our secret and most intimate desires alone save for the reeking company of other sweaty, masturbating perverts and social inadequates.

La pornografía, tal como la concebimos hoy, sin embargo, hace lo contrario. No es arte, no se puede admirar ni debatir abiertamente, solo sirve para convencernos de nuestro aislamiento, para acentuar nuestra sensación de que estamos solos en nuestros deseos más secretos e íntimos, salvo por la compañía pestilente de otros pervertidos sudorosos y masturbadores e inadaptados sociales.

The text is taken from Bog Venus Versus Nazi Cock Rings, an essay on art and pornography by Alan Moore. This time I've avoided any errors in citing the title. You can read the current season of posts on pornography here. And the first past season at this link. Be happy and have lots of sex!

El texto está tomado de Bog Venus Versus Nazi Cock Rings, un ensayo sobre el arte y la pornografía de Alan Moore. Esta vez he evitado errores al citar el título. Podéis leer la temporada en curso de posts sobre pornografía aquí. Y la primera y finalizada temporada en este otro enlace. Sean felices y copulen mucho!

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Welcome to my blog!!! <3

Hi !! My name is Sidney ! I'm an adult writer, and I take plenty of requests!!!

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR: - Demon Slayer - Hunter x Hunter - Oshi No Ko - Jojo's Bizarre Adventures - Attack On Titan - The Apothecary Diaries - Jujutsu Kaisen - Black Clover - Black Butler (These may increase over time, so don't be afraid to check back!)

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

Demon Slayer: - Tanjiro Kamado (fluff, angst) - Zenitsu Agatsuma (fluff, angst) - Inosuke Hashibira (fluff, angst) - Giyu Tomioka (fluff, angst, smut) - Shinobu Kocho (fluff, angst, smut) - Sanemi Shinazugawa (fluff, angst, smut) - Genya Shinazugawa (fluff, angst) - Kanao Tsuyuri (fluff, angst) - Mitsuri Kanroji (fluff, angst, smut) - Obanai Iguro (fluff, angst, smut) - Uzui Tengen (fluff, angst, smut) - Kyojuro Rengoku (fluff, angst, smut) - Gyomei Himejima (fluff, angst) - Muichiro Tokito (fluff, angst) - Nezuko Kamado (fluff, angst) - Muzan Kibutsuji (fluff, angst, smut) - Douma (fluff, angst, smut) - Akaza (fluff, angst, smut) - Kokushibo (fluff, angst) - Hantengu clones (fluff, angst) - Gyutaro (fluff, angst, smut) - Daki (platonic fluff) - Hotaru Haganezuka (fluff, angst, smut)

Hunter x Hunter

Gon Freecss (fluff, angst)

Killua Zoldyck (fluff, angst)

Kurapika Kurta (fluff, angst, smut)

Leorio Paladiknight (fluff, angst)

Hisoka Morrow (fluff, angst [Sorry, but I refuse to write smut for him!])

Illumi Zoldyck (fluff, angst, smut)

Alluka Zoldyck (platonic fluff)

Kalluto Zoldyck (platonic fluff)

Chrollo Lucilfer (fluff, angst, smut)

Machi Komacine (fluff, angst, smut)

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Canary (fluff, angst)

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Neon Nostrade (fluff, angst)

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Baboon! Fauno jaune

Cardin: Te reto aún duelo para quedarme con tu harem

Jaune: Qu-

Cardin noquea a jaune de un golpe frente a la mirada atónica de rwbypn

Cardin: Lo hize ahora su harem me pertenece

Pyrrha:

Weiss: Lo hizo derrotó a jaune

Blake: No lo puedo creer

Ruby: Ni siquiera le dio una oportunidad

Yang: Ahora sólo hay una cosa que tenemos que hacer

Nora: ¡A EL!

Cardin: Eso es ahora pónganse en fila y empece-

Es interrumpido por una patada voladora propinada por pyrrha

El resto procede seguir la iniciativa y procede a golpear a el agresor

Yang: ¡traten de no apuntar a la cabeza! ¡quiero que siga consciente!

Ruby: ¡¿Yang es en serio?! ¡tiene aura! ¡le puedo disparar en la cara!

Blake: ¡No podras fanfarrónear más cuando ponga mis manos en tu gargante y te ahorque!

Nora: ¡Golpeen las rodillas! ¡Le partiremos las piernas!

Weiss: ¡¿Cabeza?! ¡¿cara?! ¡¿garganta?!¡¿rodillas?! ¡¿piernas?! ¡VAMOS POR LA ENTREPIERNA!

Pyrrha: ¡TRAIGANME A MILO! ¡SE LA METERE POR EL CULO!

Hecho de la diversión en un documental un baboon alpha fue atacado y derrotado por un baboon usurpador para quedarse con su harem, las hembras no se lo tomaron bien y procedieron a atacar y ahuyentar al usurpador y posteriormente se quedaron con el alpha

Baboon!Faunus Jaune

Cardin: I challenge you for your harem!

Jaune: Wha-

Cardin knocks out Jaune with one blow in front of RWBYPN's astonished gaze.

Cardin: I did it! Now his harem belongs to me!

Pyrrha: ...

Weiss: He did defeat Jaune.

Blake: I can't believe it.

Ruby: He didn't even give it a chance.

Yang: Now there's only one thing we have to do...

Nora: TO HIM!

Cardin: That's it now get in line and start-

He is interrupted by a flying kick from Pyrrha. The rest proceed to follow the initiative and proceed to hit the aggressor.

Yang: Try not to aim for the head! I want him to stay conscious!

Ruby: Yang, are you serious?! He has aura! I can shoot him in the face!

Blake: You won't be able to brag anymore when I put my hands on your throat and choke you!

Nora: Knock your knees! We'll break his legs!

Weiss: Head?! Face?! Throat?! Knees?! Legs?! LET'S GO FOR THE CROTCH!

Pyrrha: BRING ME MILO! I'LL PUT IT UP YOUR ASS!

Fun fact! In a documentary, an alpha baboon was attacked and defeated by a usurper baboon to keep his harem. However, the females did not take it well and proceeded to attack and drive away the usurper, subsequently staying with the previous alpha.

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Jaune: (90s) Mm...

Arc G. G. Grandchild: Gamp-Gamp Jaune? What's the most important thing in life?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: (Taken from his family)

Jaune: (Beaten relentlessly)

Jaune: (Hears doctor giving Jaune 'til 22)

Jaune: (Meets Ruby)

Jaune: (Meets Pyrrha)

Jaune: (Meets RWBYNPR)

Jaune: (Smiles) Friends...

Fun Fact! Recent studies have shown that baboons who were placed into less-than-ideal conditions, such as those born to low-ranking mothers, during droughts, and-or in crowded troops are estimated to live shorter lives. However, these life expectancies increase exponentially if and when baboons form more and more friendships with other baboons. Simply put, the secret to a long and happy life for baboons is friendship.

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🐠🐠🐠🐠 it’s me again :3 (sorry for asking so frequently I just legit love your blog so much I check it everyday 😭)

What if the jofoes swapped parts? Like if Dio was suddenly dropped in Morioh or Valentine gets plopped into England and maybe their reactions to the respective Joestars of each part !!

My bad if i wrote this confusingly im bad at explaining 😰

Hi 🐠! No need to apologize, it gives me the hugest smile when i see people liking/reblogging/asking/etc.! Also it wasn't confusing to read, i get what u mean

This is legit a super cool ask, I never thought about this kind of scenario- I really really hope I did it justice. Thank you for requesting! 

Dio in Morioh (Part 4)

Dropped into the quiet town of Morioh, Dio would initially find it underwhelming. But as he explored, he’d grow intrigued by the community, seeing it as the perfect place to establish a new base of power. He’d also be fascinated by the strange happenings surrounding the town, especially with the stand arrow involved.

Dio would be a mix of amused and irritated by Josuke. On one hand, Josuke’s youthful confidence and sharp tongue would entertain him. On the other hand, his unshakable loyalty to his friends and protectiveness over Morioh would make Josuke a nuisance. Dio would attempt to exploit Josuke’s softer side, feigning vulnerability or using manipulative charm to try and get what he wanted.

Dio would see Crazy Diamond’s healing abilities as a nuisance and a perfect counter to his destructiveness. Their fights would be fierce, with Josuke’s resourcefulness often catching Dio off guard.

Funny Valentine in England (Part 1)

Valentine would adapt quickly to Victorian England, where his refined demeanor and persuasive nature would fit perfectly among the aristocracy. He’d establish himself as a man of influence, aligning himself with powerful figures to quietly push his ideals. The strict social hierarchies of the time would appeal to him, as they mirror his belief in structure and sacrifice for the greater good.

He would respect Jonathan’s chivalry and honor but see his focus on morality as naive. He’d initially attempt to sway Jonathan to his side, presenting himself as a kindred spirit fighting for a noble cause. However, Jonathan’s unwavering sense of justice would eventually put them on opposing sides.

Of course D4C is way stronger than Hamon, but since stands weren’t a thing at this point, maybe Valentine would also use Hamon or maybe he’d have gotten hold of the stone mask and uses it to become immortal and fight against Jonathan. Valentine would see it as a means to an end for achieving his goals.

Kira Yoshikage in Part 2

Kira would find the world of the 1930s uncomfortable at first, as it lacks the modern conveniences he enjoys. However, he’d come to appreciate the chaos as a way to blend in while continuing his quiet life of murder. Discovering the Stone Masks would both fascinate and terrify him. He'd see them as a way to perfect himself but fear losing the normalcy he so carefully maintains. Kira would eventually appreciate the vampiric powers of the mask as a way to prolong his quiet, murderous lifestyle.

Kira would be infuriated by Joseph’s unpredictability and humor. Joseph’s ability to think on his feet and see through deception would make it hard for Kira to hide his true nature. Kira might try to manipulate Joseph by presenting himself as an ordinary, mild mannered man, but Joseph would eventually lead him to uncover the truth.

When Kira gives in and uses the Stone Mask, he becomes a terrifying predator. The increased strength and immortality would make him feel invincible, but the loss of subtlety would make it harder for him to stay under the radar. Kira would likely try to maintain his “quiet” life, resuming his activities as a serial killer.

Enrico Pucci searching for the holy corpse (Part 7)

Pucci would see the Steel Ball Run race as an incredible opportunity to fulfill his divine mission. The Holy Corpse parts would align perfectly with his beliefs, and he’d view the chaos of the race as a test of his faith and resolve.

Pucci would be both fascinated and repelled by Johnny’s journey of self discovery. He’d see Johnny’s struggles as a reflection of humanity’s flaws, but also as proof that humanity can ascend through divine purpose. Gyro, on the other hand, would frustrate Pucci with his sharp wit and refusal to take him seriously. Gyro’s cynicism would clash with Pucci’s religious fervor.

His devotion to his mission would make him a dangerous enemy, willing to sacrifice anyone or anything to obtain the Corpse parts. His encounters with the racers would be steeped in psychological warfare, as he’d try to sway them to his side. As he attains more corpse parts, his stand might evolve from Whitesnake to C-moon to Made in Heaven.

Diavolo and Doppio in Egypt (Part 3)

They would be on edge the entire time, knowing that their survival depends on staying hidden. Diavolo would use his connections to send assassins and underlings to deal with the Stardust Crusaders, keeping himself and Doppio in the shadows.

Doppio would have brief interactions with the Crusaders, playing the role of an innocent and harmless man. Polnareff or Kakyoin might pick up on something odd about him, but Jotaro would likely be the one to sense the true danger he presents to their journey.

Considering how the fight against The World went, King Crimson would make Diavolo a nightmare for the Crusaders. His time erasing ability would counteract their strategies, forcing them to rely on quick thinking and teamwork. The psychological pressure of facing an unseen foe like Diavolo would weigh heavily on the group throughout their trip.

Pillar Men in Italy (Part 5)

The Pillar Men would be both fascinated and amused by the modern world. Cars, guns, and organized crime would seem strange and primitive to them, but they’d quickly realize the potential of these new tools for their own gain.

The Pillar Men would see Passione as a challenge worth their attention. Kars would be especially interested in Giorno, seeing his intelligence and resolve as a reflection of his own ambition. Esidisi and Wamuu would likely clash with Bucciarati’s gang, their strength and abilities overwhelming their enemies at first.

Giorno’s cunning and determination would be tested to the limit against Kars. He would see Giorno as both a threat and a curiosity. Giorno’s resolve and cunning would remind Kars of his own determination, but Kars would definitely underestimate Golden Experience Requiem. 

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By the end of this experience, if all the villains were to meet up again, I think they’d each have a deeper appreciation for and understanding of each other. Maybe.